. . . The Hated Sunrise of Misery

Author:

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

Sublime, simplicity in our hearts bound by fragile words
Each orbit, passage of angel's droves, and ant's dim work
Everything silently changed--while we slept, breathing as one
Keeping heartbeat slow and dreading a sunrise low

The sky burned during our nights, our love drove blind the lights
Having a crumb, a crust, a ring to hold
Etches of promises bold and our hands of love's strand so old

Love crept through the sleepy fog and lay quietly on lifeless body
Over a time and time of past "we" met, we loved, we fused
Running a silent pace and his love for me was as coveted lace
Darkness in ages time, angels singing and crying with rhymes

Final words, empty words, death are same to me
I will cast myself down and shun any less ecstasy
Riding quiet drops of painful woe
Singing a broken spirit's glow
'Til his ghostly figure back to sight fades and fades in his own night